http://krisreinke.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] krisreinke.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] indeedsir_backup 2012-11-17 06:27 pm (UTC)

[Just a try at explaining Bertie’s valet fetish.]

“Hullo?” A male voice inquired.

Bertram Wooster huddled under the stairs, limbs tense as if some greater effort might shrink his shivering frame into even deeper shadow. No use. The black-suited man popped Bertie out like a cork from a particularly ill-fit bottle.

Dark eyes took in the ruin Eustace had made of Bertie’s coat.

The man frowned.

Bertie cringed. He knew he was in for a whipping.

“Come now, Master Bertram. No need for tears.” With a few swift strokes of a needle he had the buttons back, firm as ever. “See. All set to rights.”

And it was.

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